As soon as I entered, I saw dozens of fellow disciples scattered around in the spacious courtyard. They were all squatting on the ground, holding their bowls in their hands, eating with gusto.
As for the second brother, he was sitting leisurely next to the frying pan, also enjoying his meal.
Look at the little black dog again. It is standing not far from the frying pan, barking at it non-stop. It is obvious that it is coveting the food in the pan.
But the fellow disciples were only concerned with eating themselves and didn't even think of giving it a bite.
I walked towards my second brother and came in front of him. He seemed not to see me and continued eating.
I had no choice but to call out, "Second brother!"
The second brother then raised his head, and when he saw it was me, he immediately smiled and said warmly, "Little sister, you are here. Here is the food that the second brother left for you."
As he said this, he gently put down the bowl in his hand, stood up and walked quickly into the kitchen, and soon came out with a clean bowl.
He walked over to the pan and used a spoon to scoop me a bowl full of food from the pan.
Passing it to me, he urged me with a smile, "Eat quickly, little sister. This is the meat of a spirit bird."
My second brother also added some spiritual vegetables into it, and the taste is different from the spiritual chicken. You try it, I quickly reached out to take it.
As soon as I took the bowl, the little black dog saw me coming and came to his senses. He ran to my feet happily.
He kept circling around me and rubbing his head against my legs from time to time. He looked so anxious, as if he was going to cry if he didn't get food in the next second.
Looking at its pitiful appearance, I hurried to the kitchen where there was a large basin.
I reached out to take the big bowl and put some food in it for the little black dog.
I was just about to serve some food to the little black dog when my second brother said, "Little sister, this isn't enough for the brothers to eat, why are you feeding it to it?"
This spiritual pet won’t starve to death if it doesn’t eat, so just leave it alone.
When the little black dog heard what my second brother said, it barked even louder. The barking echoed in the yard. After barking a few times, it ran to me again.
She raised her head, opened her big watery eyes, and stared at me without blinking, her eyes full of pleading.
I looked at the little black dog's eager eyes and turned to look at my second brother and said, "Second brother, give it some. We make these delicacies every day anyway, so a little bit won't make a difference."
My second brother looked at me, smiled helplessly, and said lovingly: "Just give it to me if you want, little sister. I will listen to you."
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